The fog
It was an evening of a hill
There was no movement everything was still
I was walking between the trees
My eyes were closing by blowing breeze
I saw some black in front of me
It was nothing but a trunk of tree
In deep white dog my eyes see
Everything was caught in magic , nothing was free
The fog was very dense
And so I was very tense
Suddenly I fell in a downslope
And if lost all my hope
And then a rock struck my head
And I was down from my bed
©shahidkhan
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